#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes de cades to realize this and most often
to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
I was in the 4th grade when I found out about it. I was probably one of the last to know, because I still didn’t talk to anybody. A boy walked up to “Your mother has a hole . . .”—he to...
we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce— pickers of Salinas?
I’ve always had trouble with money. this one place I worked everybody ate hot dogs and potato chips
the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
he sat naked and drunk in a room o… night, running the blade of the kn… under his fingernails, smiling, th… of all the letters he had received telling him that
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me
you know I sat on the same barstool in Phi… 5 years I drank canned heat and the cheape… I was beaten in alleys by well-fed…
maybe I’ll win the Irish Sweepsta… maybe I’ll go nuts maybe Harcourt Brace will call or maybe unemployment insurance or rich lesbian at the top of a hill.
keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar